Jan 28, 2013
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Walking down Shaftesbury Avenue, Mathilda pushed her hands into the pockets of her coat, pulling her hood up to shield herself from the rain. Her hair was already slightly damp, but she didn't mind too much. Rather, it was the fact that it made her feel even colder, which it already was freezing.
Ducking quickly into Cafe Concerto, she looked around, groaning. It seemed everyone had come up with the same idea as she, all the tables taken, most of them full. Biting her lip, she sighed, glancing back at the weather outside.
